2nd March to 6th April 2005

A very special journey begins for me on 2nd March. After a very difficult and painful 2004 it feels like a new chapter beginning. Least I hope so.

My son PETER has been in Australia for some months now and I will be joining him for a couple of weeks in Australia and then on to New Zealand. Photographically this trip is primarily about the wonderful landscape and light we hope to encounter but also I have arranged some shoots early on for nude and glamour.Whilst I am away my daughter Emily celebrates her 16th BIRTHDAY on 30th March so pressies will have to wait honey until I return 6th April. At time of leaving my brother David and his wife Catherine were celebrating their first born Benjamin Edward and I am happy for them and also grateful to them for all their love and support.

I thank my good friend Ed Alexander for being there and my other special friends Malcolm,Chloe, Les Mc and lastly Dee for being there and having faith in me,my work and for not giving up on me during troubled times. Also, I thank my brother Malachy and the other Malachy and his wife Alison and local photographer Peter McCabe for all being there for me in different ways. Enough words, hope you enjoy.

THE INVITATION

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

THE CALL

I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.
Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.
Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.
But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep.
There’s no safety in that!
Remember what you are and let this knowing
take you home to the Beloved with every breath.
Hold tenderly who you are and let a deeper knowing
colour the shape of your humanness.
There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here.
Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.
There is no waiting for something to happen,
no point in the future to get to.
All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.
You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.
Come home and rest.
How much longer can you live like this?
Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying.
Give it up!
Let yourself be one of the God-mad,
faithful only to the Beauty you are.
Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close,
dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.
Remember- there is one word you are here to say with your whole being.
When it finds you, give your life to it. Don’t be tight-lipped and stingy.
Spend yourself completely on the saying.

Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.

© Oriah Mountain Dreamer

I will update this site weekly with pics and words telling you about our very special journey. Hope you join and hope we get some great light.

(For Pictures go to Week by Week Links)

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